Bright as any shroud over a candy store:
Womanly vessels that sing and cry over the
Rounded stone of
Vanquished lovers- on the higher plateaus
Where the Titans who have
Yet cannibalized themselves sit lamenting,
Spreading the pools of virgins from their eyes:
As the day shifts
And metamorphoses beneath the clouds
That have journeyed in from very far away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem